The scent of roasting meat arise
The grill is its last stage
The beef is toasting on the flame
And chicken on its rage
The fires burn with hate renewed
The oil sparks it up
But still the shrimp will whistle, steam
Then go into a cup
The vegetables are charring too
Potatoes softening
Just listen the sizzle pork
The bacon grease will sing
And ramen sits out on the side
With rice to garnish food
While anger might be for the grill
We had a better mood